Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Love and Life tell you not to
But pain and lust make it so
Your ill-chosen words make me feel worse
Your small mind makes my hatred grow
You don't know where I'm coming from
And never will unless you go there
So sit in your box filled with boredom,
Stupidity, and talentless fare
But pain and lust make it so
Your ill-chosen words make me feel worse
Your small mind makes my hatred grow
You don't know where I'm coming from
And never will unless you go there
So sit in your box filled with boredom,
Stupidity, and talentless fare
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Hey, I'm no goddamned agnostic
And I clutch my chains to here
This rubbing, burning rope sensation
Taste my acid little fear
Give me your thesis, he states
We'll drink a little wine
And after all the puking's done
we'll label it a good time
From geek to chic
So bleet the sheep
So sweet is the cretin, how loud his name
Crusted with dust and wickedly lame
Love and oppression are one and the same
And I clutch my chains to here
This rubbing, burning rope sensation
Taste my acid little fear
Give me your thesis, he states
We'll drink a little wine
And after all the puking's done
we'll label it a good time
From geek to chic
So bleet the sheep
So sweet is the cretin, how loud his name
Crusted with dust and wickedly lame
Love and oppression are one and the same
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday
I'm sorry I yelled at you
Cried at you
Bitched and cried some more
I was feeling unbelievably awful
Sick
And hopeless
Thank you for being there
Warm and true
Thank you for opening your arms and heart
For me
Saturday
I was still feeling rotten
Couldn't do anything
For anyone
Even if I had wanted to
Thank you for talking with me
Laughing and loving
Sunday
I'm sorry for waking you
No doubt worrying your poor, dear heart
For being short with you, and curt
I was panicked, stricken, and sick
In pain and alone
Thank you for promising me
For helping me and regarding me
Thank you for walking to the hospital
For staying with me
And by me
Holding me and reassuring me
Thank you for sleeping by me
Comforting me and caring for me
Monday
What a holiday
Thank you for waking with me
Rested and singing
Thank you for another trip to the hospital
For joking with me and being silly
Even while I was stressed from my mother
And I know you weren't happy either
Thank you for wishing me well
For making me smile in a personal Hell
Thank you for loving me
For healing me
For you
I love you, my sweetie, the sweetest taste of life and love amidst the bitterness
I'm sorry I yelled at you
Cried at you
Bitched and cried some more
I was feeling unbelievably awful
Sick
And hopeless
Thank you for being there
Warm and true
Thank you for opening your arms and heart
For me
Saturday
I was still feeling rotten
Couldn't do anything
For anyone
Even if I had wanted to
Thank you for talking with me
Laughing and loving
Sunday
I'm sorry for waking you
No doubt worrying your poor, dear heart
For being short with you, and curt
I was panicked, stricken, and sick
In pain and alone
Thank you for promising me
For helping me and regarding me
Thank you for walking to the hospital
For staying with me
And by me
Holding me and reassuring me
Thank you for sleeping by me
Comforting me and caring for me
Monday
What a holiday
Thank you for waking with me
Rested and singing
Thank you for another trip to the hospital
For joking with me and being silly
Even while I was stressed from my mother
And I know you weren't happy either
Thank you for wishing me well
For making me smile in a personal Hell
Thank you for loving me
For healing me
For you
I love you, my sweetie, the sweetest taste of life and love amidst the bitterness
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